I have been looking forward to seeing the Museum of Modern Art for the last 3 months or so. I’m no art expert, but I know a few names and styles, and when I wander through a museum I almost always find something I like.

Art is for the eye. Words are too linear, too cumbersome to capture the essence, so I won’t attempt to. But the pleasure of seeing these canvases, alive with color and pattern, shape and form, endowed with the passions of their creators, and placed on display posthumously…

It is as if the artists themselves live on in those pigments, reaching out to gently shake your hand and thank you for looking.

For sharing a moment with them.

For giving them immortality.